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This work is done in the style of "a story with a choice of actions". Although there are "blocks" of text in it, you are free to choose your path according to the choices provided and go to the chapters that are named accordingly.

The author sincerely hopes that you will not neglect this advice and will not read the text completely and immediately – because then the whole essence of the uniqueness of this work will be lost.

You climb over the fence and get into the garden of the mansion. Although you understand that all this is illegal, but you do not have the authority of a policeman, and even those will not help you.

Involuntarily you look around. You are surrounded by trees and shrubs, but their appearance, considering that it is not autumn, is completely strange: the foliage on them has turned yellow and has completely fallen off on some. It would seem that it could be the fault of the servants who overlooked, however, even a superficial knowledge about plants to understand – the problem here is something else. These can be found in almost every garden and on the street, but their appearance is now significantly dissimilar. You can't help thinking that the problem may be in the infected land, but you need to move on.

As you know from the rumors: the owner of this mansion disappeared a few days ago, but what you see in front of you suggests that no one has lived here for several years.

Trying to move carefully so as not to catch the eye of random witnesses once again, you walked on through the garden. Eventually, you noticed a path that led, perhaps, further to the house.

– get closer to the mansion

– inspect the backyard

– bypass the mansion

– inspect the trees

You approached one of the trees, wanting to understand what could have affected such a strong plant. A simple bad weather did not affect them so much. However, the bark of the tree looked completely normal. You are becoming more and more confirmed in your guesses that the problem is in the soil. With the toe of your shoe, you push the leaves aside: the grass under them has turned into a liquefied something, a pleasant home for worms, but you can't remember a single toxic substance that could create such a thing.